The

love-

li-

ness

of

Par-

is

seems

some-

how

sad-

ly

gay

The

glo-

ry

that

was

Rome

is

of

an-

oth-

er

day

I've

been

ter-

ri-

bly

a-

lone

and

for-

got-

ten

in

Man-

hat-

tan

I'm

go-

ing

home

to

my

cit-

y

by

the

Bay

I

left

my

heart

in

San

Fran-

cis-

co

High

on

a

hill,

it

calls

to

me

To

be

where

lit-

tle

ca-

ble

cars

climb

half-

way

to

the

stars

The

morn-

ing

fog

may

chill

the

air,

I

don't

care

My

love

waits

there

in

San

Fran-

cis-

co

A-

bove

the

blue

and

wind-

y

sea

When

I

come

home

to

you,

San

Fran-

cis-

co

Your

gold-

en

sun

will

shine

for

me